Every night to you I come tired,
I know often I act weird,
You wipe my tears almost always,
And keep my sorrows at bay.
I get relaxed in your hand,
I feel away from the noisy band,
I'm in debt to you whole life,
Where you showered love whole life.
I have thrashed you frequently to the wall,
I have stood on you to feel tall,
Still you cared for me so much,
None have done anything as such.
You are my bestie indeed,
For all the life I got to lead,
I lie on you looking at willow,
For you are my dear pillow.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 10:57 AM UTC
Every night to you I come tired,
I know often I act weird,
You wipe my tears almost always,
And keep my sorrows at bay.
I get relaxed in your hand,
I feel away from the noisy band,
I'm in debt to you whole life,
Where you showered love whole life.
I have thrashed you frequently to the wall,
I have stood on you to feel tall,
Still you cared for me so much,
None have done anything as such.
You are my bestie indeed,
For all the life I got to lead,
I lie on you looking at willow,
For you are my dear pillow.
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